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But if a pair of socks should happen to fall out of the drawer when Mom's getting dressed, and Mom doesn't see them, and if I happen to be right there, well...
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I'm Deuce. I'm really a good dog. I picked up the socks for Mom.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
But now I have a question. Who is Rocket the Racoon and why did Mom ask me if I wanted it more?
I bet she's been watching that Guardians of the Galaxy movie again.
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